I’m so glad I stopped
Expecting things of life
Stopped trying to get miracles out of vending machines
Love out of people
Why should they have more left over than I do?
So glad I stopped trying so hard
And decided to let faires and swaying grass and rays of light
Take me down all the roads
I never gave myself a chance to notice
So glad I laid my tear stained eyes to rest
And asked for new ones
Ones that see how the dying give life
How the stars are reaching for my hand to dance
And the darkness is ushering me in
To share it’s secrets
With an audience of one
I’m so glad
For my new ears
That sense the crackling electricity of the Mystery
Drawing maps to new worlds
Behind the walls
Of an ordinary day
The mouth that tasted only earth
Is now full of the flames of love
That are always tumbling out of everywhere
Taps on the shoulder
Epiphanies
Quiet moments of burning
Incensed
Joy
Hands clenched in gratitude
Fingers running along a life
Designed perfectly
For this tumbleweed heart
The Eye of the Needle 